I’ll probably be famous as soon as I’m through
Knocking down the Berlin wall and inventing super-glue
If I have an extra minute, I’ll paint a master piece
Sell it for a million to a faceless priest
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become

If I leave the tags on my pillow obey all traffic signs
Eat the crusts of my sandwich color between the lines
Write christmas cards to people I don’t even know
Cast my vote to decide which liar gets to run the show
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become

And if I order a pizza for the address next door
Leave the toilet seat down and my clothes on the floor
Maybe if I chew with my mouth open wide
Pretend I’m in London and drive on the wrong side
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become

And perhaps if I wear fancy dresses all the time
Drink lots diet-coke with seasoned salt and lime
Wear tons of make-up and red high heels
Glue the cell phone to my ear and converse in loud squeals
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become

If I become a sailor and sail the seven seas
Find a gull to teach me all about the birds and the bees
I’ll get a tatoo on my chest with the image of a girl
Wearing a grass skirt and a lovely string of pearls
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become
But the face in the mirror will only be a reflection